Triangle Lounge

I know me taking a piss on the bar (eff you, I didn’t want to lose my seat and quick drinks) had nothing to do with them closing down, this place already wreaked of dick, starting with the bartenders.

Went in on a Friday night,
Surprised there wasn’t a fight,
The frat boys were in full force,
Made me ponder my choice.
Made it through one drink,
While standing against the wall,
Forced my way out the door,
Thinking «I’m making the right call!»
I didn’t have a horrible experience. The bartender (with the cool Spider-​man t-​shirt) was alert, quick, and nice. I think it was the crowd that I really didn’t care for. I stayed up close to the bar due to there being little room to do much else after you got your drink. It was also the first place we hit that night. But the YELLING over the other people and the constant, «WHAT?» got really annoying during and after that first drink.
Maybe I’ll go back either early enough to get a good spot, or early enough to leave before the place really gets busy. Or, I’ll remember that there are 40 other places closer to home and will not ever make it back. We’ll see.

Pretty cool place in Fremont. Wasn’t packed for a saturday night, which could be a pro or con, depending on how you roll.
Pros:
Great Burger, nice service (they originally made me a cheeseburger, once they realized it was wrong I got a burger right quick!). Pretty good drinks.
Cons:
Pretty expensive drinks, but as long as you know.

This is just an interesting building, but the bar isn’t really all that exciting. Although coming on a random Tuesday afternoon probably doesn’t help. Large selection on tap and the beer does what beer does, so it’s not all that bad. I would probably suggest going somewhere else in Fremont though…
xxx C

This night was subpar. We walked in and wanted a drink while waiting for a table at El Camino. We tried saddling up to the bar, but the bartender said the stools were «taken” — more of Ameri-can’t.
Anyway, we went into the seating area out in «front» (at the «top» of the triangle); there was no problem getting a seat here. We had a round of drinks and bided our time.

Maybe the Triangle becomes a douchebag hub on the weekends, but it’s darn chill during the week. Like practically empty. Minor complaint: on one occasion they were out of not one but two of the beers I wanted! For shame! Redeeming feature: On Thanksgiving the music selection was awesome. Gotta come here in the summer for the patio, I guess!

Dark, loud, not a lot of seating, high prices for not super-​stiff drinks, fratty crowd. I want to like this place — I stumble around Fremont looking for my next drink quite often, and the triangle lounge is right in the line of fire and would be very convenient if it didn’t suck.
It gets two stars for the staff — last time I was in, two girls got into a catfight next to where I was standing and instead of doing anything, the bouncer caught my eye, started laughing and then had to step outside. Pretty entertaining.

The tap beer has tasted off frequently, I don’t think they change out the tap hoses often enough.
The food is typical pub food (nachos, humus plate, meatloaf), nothing bad, nothing memorable.
On a weekday for happy hour, if the weather cooperates, you can soak up some sun with their outdoor seating and get in some good people watching.
The crowd speaks for itself, on a weekend night, I have coughed passing outside the Triangle Lounge from the cloud of cologne (perhaps Axe body spray, given the frat boy like attendees).

It used to be a nice little Fremont joint but now it seems like a big drinking hole, in a bad way.

One of the better bars in Fremont. A bit small but there’s seating right by the bar as well as hidden in the corners of the next room. It is quite loud though. Drinks are good, and no cover.
However, it is quite crowded because of the size. A lot of bumping, drink spilling, etc.

Awkward #1: I’m OBVIOUSLY married and was hit on by some barely-​legal d-​bag frat brother.
Awkward #2: Bathroom. Notsomuch for the privacy.
Awkward #3: hair in my food.
I’ll pass, although the bucket-​o-​beer is a good deal.

I’ve never been one to use «spring break» as a verb, so immediately I felt out of place at the Triangle Lounge. My cousins like to go here and so for «Cousin’s Night Out Fall ’07» we came here. If I, like my cousins, had been away from Seattle for a long period of time, do not know why I would pick this place to spend three hours in for my brief visit back. There were a lot of guys trying to be as heterosexual as possible, but obviously wanting some sort of full bodily contact with every «dude» they recognized. Usually performing the really animated full body massage (grab and hug) move of old friends reuniting once again at the Triangle. The smells from the bathroom permeated throughout the «surf and turf» section of the Lounge. In addition I think I saw a roofie hit the floor next to me. Like Thom Yorke stated in «Knives Out»: «I’m not coming back.»
I have to say the staff was really cool and I would most likely be far more aggressive if I had to babysit at that place for money.

I don’t really get all the haters.
And this is me, a huuuuuge hater on places that are meat-​markety or overly crowded or full of douches. (aka I’m a huuuuuge hater on Belltown nighttime hot-​spots. Just kill me now.)
People who whine about «what has happened to Fremont???» — I get you. But I get you more if you are focusing this angst on places like Ballroom or Red Door, not the Tri. I think it has a generally good crowd and you’re not inundated with irritating sorority-​ish girls or dude-​bro guys trying to hit on you. And the staff is not pretentious or snobby at all, I have never witnessed anything close to that!
The patio is great for people-​watching or going to have a smoke, the back lounge is fun and cozy, yeah it’s crowded during events or holidays (hmm this Halloween? Wall-​to-​wall with assholes, but I think that’s a given almost any bar you’d go to)… but honestly if you come earlier in the day or on a weeknight it’s a nice spot.
Granted I usually only come here when my friend is bartending, but still. I’ve never had a bad time. I’ve done a disproportionate amount of bad things, though… you know, blacking out, falling through the door, knocking over drinks, losing my purse, etc. Always. It’s like a crazy vortex of all my bad luck and stupid impulses. Yet I keep coming back. Masochist.
They recently changed owners and overhauled the menu. This resulted in two notable differences:
1. New décor. New, stupid, décor. Including a «never forget» ⁹⁄₁₁ wall mural and bizarrely out of place Asian lampshade things. Whatever.
2. Apparently they’ve turned to BBQ focused food? I don’t know about any of that cause I haven’t tried it, but now they have really bomb truffle potato chips.

I am reading past reviews and think the same thing… what the hell happened to Fremont, esp the Triangle. I used to live a cab ride away from Fremont, and it was the fun place to go. Triangle was small, cozy but never pretentious. (sorry people, I was one of those sorority girls… gasp, but we didn’t come out in droves). You would come here grab a beer, a bite and just chill. But every single time I have gone, service is worse, and more snobby, and seeming ANNOYED to serve someone. Your food isn’t all that. And I was still drinking that beer that you took away. (still almost halfway full, thanks).
I moved on from you Triangle. You morphed into something that no longer appeals to me. :(

Heh heh! I just finished reading Elrod M’s review of this place. I must have had the same bartender.
The Triangle Lounge has always been and will always be a congregational hangout for mongoloidic sorority girls and guys who would rather be wearing baseball caps and lots of cologne. In addition to this crowd you have a lot of riff raff too, and maybe a few locals. The Triangle Lounge is the place where you go for your weekend evening drinks and gossip after receiving your overpriced 4 year degree from the UW.
The food here is yuck. There’s little service. At least one of the bartenders is a dastardly niggard (look that up in the dictionary) and rapscallion. 99% of the people who do business here do not understand this review because there are too many syllables and they don’t know what sentence diagramming is.
The Triangle SUCKS.
So does Fremont.
Only exceptions: The guy stacking rocks in Fremont, G&D, and the rocks that the rock stacker stacks with.

Pretty standard fare — your typical chicken/​hummus/​sandwich stuff.
Pretty much the best thing about the Triangle is when they open the front garage doors in the summer. However, people can smoke on the patio, which would be about 3 feet from the tables inside.

Look how cool I am. I’m in Fremont, at the frickin’ Triangle lounge. I’m even more cool because I’m sitting in the bar drinking my hoity toity drink looking at all the way cool people. Just like me.
This place is so pretentious, it’s redonk. Besides the fact that I am not fond of this place for the same reasons as Matator, I also don’t like this place because it’s in Fremont. Fremont blows big donkey balls, in my opinion.
Also, every time I’ve been here, the food has always been COLD, and the bread is STALE. Awful. I think I’ll go hang myself instead of going here, again.

Wiseassed but observant bartender in cheap fedora seemed to be able to serve beer.
This place is not a dive. A dive isn’t spotlessly clean and has 20 things available on draft.
The crowd is a total mixed bag here. Absolutely anyone or anything could walk through that door.

What happened to the Triangle Lounge? Hell, what happened to Fremont? I move away and suddenly the center of the universe is overrun by the «whooohoooo» crowd.
The Triangle used to be a chill place to grab a beer, split some pita and hummus with a friend, maybe have a salad with walnuts and warm goat cheese while watching the quirkiness of Fremont unfold.
It certainly wasn’t a dive bar, but it wasn’t some place to «pre-​funk» before heading to Belltown. Sure, micro-​brews were always on tap, but no one ordered fruity shots or drinks with punny names.
Things had certainly changed and I was flummoxed.
In frustration I decided to seek out the oracle under the bridge, otherwise known as The Fremont Troll. When posed with the question of what happened to Fremont a single tear rolled down his face, I whispered I was sorry, and went home to mourn.

My friend once ordered a manhattan here, and when she got it, it was SOAPY.
My beer was flat.
The place was full of obnoxious college kids.
The music was too loud.
The place has no soul to it.